Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.